Does a Vespa Count as a Motorcycle? Not That I Have One of Those Either.
I'm fully, 100% obsessed with black leather right now. And the word subtle need not apply: I mean large, glistening swathes of the stuff, adorned with hardcore buckles and zippers...or nothing at all (hi, leggings).
I'm going to go ahead and say that Marc by Marc has basically sucked for a couple of seasonsunless you like grandma shoes and orange tweedand that this dress would probably look awful on any normal human being, but it's genius in theory.
Bad human being factor for these too (by The Row, the fancy-shamancier of the Olsen's two lines), but again: AMAZING.
And Miu Miu's boots. Sigh. The hardware is removable for days when you want to look like you ride ponies instead of crotch rockets.
Any of these could be mine if I lived in a cardboard box for a month.
It took me until 2008 to realize that writing things on the internet doesn't (necessarily) make you the most annoying person in the universe. Then my friend had a dream that I had a blog where I posted a photo of myself in an orange sequined dress. Hot.
1 comment:
can we talk for a minute about the marc by marc elbow length knit fingerless gloves with mitten flaps and how i need them in my life?
love.
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